Kim Jojo Novels & Stories

(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said. The man hand trembles as he pulled his hand away with an audible gulp. "No, nemmeno io ho così tanto desiderio di morte"( No not even I have that much of a death wish) the man said fear evident in his voice. Isabella wondered who this Leonardo person was and why was he so feared but as she started to put two and two together her heart began racing in her chest as she remembered where she heard that name before.

JoJo's POV Four years later... “You're really okay with this?” Aunt Sherry gives me another once over. “Of course, Mom,” I squeeze her stiff shoulders, “I'm social media influencer Jojo Dukes of the KMJ Gone Girls', not psycho stalker Dian Fibarthorn.” “You know we'll call this off the moment you say the word.” Uncle Will chirps from the back of the car. I look back at the Manhattan Mansion and I don't feel any itch.

“Heel!” The raging ape breathes deep and exhales, lowering its posture and stepping away from its downed foe. It then proceeds to retrieve an unconscious IvorySting from the bushes, carrying with him the fruits she had gathered. “Kofe, see to the beast, Jojo might have injured it. Ah princess, since it seems you didn’t notice my other friend here earlier, let me introduce him. This is Jojo. He is really sweet when you get to know him better.”

I nod in agreement. One of the kids in a wheelchair approaches us, “Princess, thank you for helping us. You saved more kids than the ones who passed.” I kneel down to his level, “Thank you for telling me this. I am so happy to hear that. What is your name?” The little boy replies, “My name is Joey. My mom and dad are on their way here to get me. I know they will want to talk to you too.” I hug Joey, “I am so happy to meet you, Joey. I am so sorry you had to go through everything you went through.” He shrugged, “It was meant to be that way, Princess. I really believe that. The Moon Goddess told me so.” I raise my eyebrows, “Oh really?” He gives me the cutest smirk, “Yes, really.” I chuckle, “

“Okay. That’s… actually nice meeting you. And, um, yeah. I have to go.” “Sorry...wait. What’s your name?” I looked at him then...For the briefest moment I noticed how steady his gaze felt, how the corner of his mouth lifted like he found the world quietly amusing. “Um… my name is Cierra.” “Oh, that name sounds familiar,” he said, smiling a little wider, “but I am Prince Jojo.” “Yeah… I think you said that before.” I shifted uncomfortably, fingers twisting in my skirt. "Uh...I need to go. I need to go.”

In the time that I have been bound to Leonardo, I have come to learn a lot from him and learn a lot about him. Arrigo Gabriele Leonardo is a very powerful man who holds a high position in the Leonardo Mafia and for that reason he doubts every single person he comes across and every man that works for him. So he has taken to confiding in me because I am in the literal sense, his slave. Since I have become his human diary, I know everything that there is to know about Arrigo.

*May I ask why you are so happy? * Kojiro wanted to know now *I just got the number of a good friend I haven't had contact with in ages* Keyla smiled at Kojiro *assuming Tsubasa had something to do with it, do you know him? * *if Luciano Leo tells you something then yes* Keyla was still happy like a little kid *Leo? Brazil national team striker? * Kojiro couldn't believe it *yes that's exactly him* Keyla grinned at him *if

The eloquence of him with others, his love towards his mother. Actually, Hyun Joo is a mother boy. He always roaming around with his mother. There, a small child missed her mother in the crowd. She started to cry. No one is caring for that child in their busy works. He helped the child to find her mother.

The sooner we see Jojo, the sooner I can get out of here. Jojo sat hunched behind the counter of his ramshackle kiosk, his gnarled fingers idly tapping against the cracked wood. His skin was like ancient parchment, yellowed and thin, stretched too tightly over sharp bones. Deep creases crisscrossed through his face and his eyes, sunken into shadowed hollows, gleamed with an unsettling sharpness, their yellowed whites almost blending with his sickly complexion. His mouth twisted into something that might have been a grin—if not for the unsettling gaps where his teeth should have been. The few that remained were crooked and stained, jutting from his gums like tombstones.

I change the subject "He has a kid?" His eyebrows raise, "Since when?" He seems shocked "Yeah, his name is Carter, he is the cutest little thing. Even though I haven't seen him in real life, I saw pictures and he looks more like me, than Ryder," I say He chuckles shortly, "What do you do at the gym?" "Gymnastics and my brother is teaching me self-defence. You should fight me," I tell him doing playful karate moves with my hands.